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weasley-detectives replied to your post: Well, okay random anon, just because I’ve had the…

I had to fast forward the field of poppies bit. Scared the beejeebus out of me. XD But my scariest film had to be ‘Return to Oz’ - so good/terrifying! That and Pinocchio. The whale. THE FEAR OF WHAAALE ;_;

Oh my god, Return to Oz was and is one of my absolute favourite movies. It certainly scared me, but I don’t think it scared me in the same way as W.O.Oz; it was the good, honest to goodness ‘holy shit there’s an evil woman without a head and her cabinets full of decapitated heads are screaming at me’ kind of scared- the kind of scared that comes from your heart. The Wizard of Oz scared me because it just felt all wrong.

I don’t know if that makes any sense, but having your friends turned into objects to be eternally hoarded by the Goblin King is terrifying in one way, but having someone offer to dye your eyes to work with your outfit is another.

… Which sounds pathetic now because everyone has coloured contact lenses but that shit freaked me out okay.

Other people. Putting dye in your eyes. To match your outfit. No thanks.

Happiness is a mountain of beheaded minions.

Aaah, that was good.

Re-read the Wizard of Oz in record time.

God damn though, the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow are so badass. I mean, not only do they never sleep and hold a constant vigil when Dorothy, Toto and the Lion are getting their half-starved, weary-footed, well-earned shut eye; but they each slaughter a freaking army of murderous wolves and crows by decapitation and neck-twisting respectively, not to mention the freaking bees. I mean just check this shit out:

He seized his axe, which was made very sharp, and as the leader of the wolves came on the Tin Woodman swung his arm and chopped the wolf’s head from its body, so that it immediately died. As soon as he could raise his axe another wolf came up, and he also fell under the sharp edge of the Tin Woodman’s weapon. There were forty wolves, and forty times a wolf was killed, so that at last they all lay dead in a heap before the Woodman.

Then he put down his axe and sat beside the Scarecrow, who said, “It was a good fight, friend.”

THIS STORY MAN. THIS STORY.

Damn I want to do art for it now hand you had better be recovering right now or there will be hell to pay.

Mmmmmmm books.

Bought a paper back copy of the Wizard of Oz.

Gosh it’s been far too long since I read you.

Why have I never owned a copy of you before?

I’m sorry. There were so many libraries back home. I couldn’t help it.

Never leave me.